Flowers.

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Flowers don't bloom in winter,

They wilt away. 

Some adapt, never once falter

Yet I fade and decay. 

My petals fall, 

My stem breaks. 

Into the snow there is nothing at all. 

Just small flakes, 

Cold, they make me numb. 

A feeling of nothing, 

Yet the pain that I started with. 

My body freezing, 

Already I've lost all my strength. 

Hopelessly, I cling to the feeling of being alive. 

It's painful, yet raw, leaving the thoughts at bay. 

When summer comes the feeling of survival,

Happens to be all that stays.

Author's Note

what do you think of it overall and does it get the point across?